"I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control
wanna perfect body, wanna perfect soul
Want you to know this - I'm not around
so fucking special, I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here"
söndag, april 20
When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.
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